As Seen By Dad Poem by Ima Ryma

My Dad was a colorful guy,
A very quick wit and sharp mind.
I remember the time when I
Found out that Dad was colorblind.
My birthday, I was six years old.
I received a kitty cat who
Was a fur ball of orange and gold.
And so I called her Sunny Lou.
We took Sunny Lou outside and
Watched her while in the grass she played.
Dad said, I didn't understand,
Sunny Lou away seemed to fade.

For Dad, the kitten and grass were
Looking the same color for sure.